I can write poems,
how my heart booms,
many times however,
not getting fewer,
nothing comes along,
things seem wrong,
After just one line
i soon feel not fine,
I add another two,
then no more I can do,
nevertheless, at any rate
all these I did collate,
somewhat I deduced
someday they will be used.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem